Little Joy a Flower Brings
When I can, when I'm able,
I collect flowers for my table.
They cheer me up those gorgeous things,
a little joy a flower brings.
I love flowers, flowers have powers,
have even heard them speak...
They can give one so much strength,
when they're feeling weak.
To pick one up when one has fell,
natural sweet fragrant smell.
Delicate, pretty and all so unique,
the perfect gift which is so sweet.
Could go on for hour after hour,
about a wee tiny flower.
Though petaling here to finish this rhyme,
flowers for you, a floral line.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2018
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